But evidently, the illegitimate scholar nad Anruida Qingye lacked such resolve.
Ace first disguised himself as an elf prostitute using a substitute body, approaching the target under this guise. He seized the opportunity to remove the elf scholar’s ’Spirit Energy Protection Pendant’ and swallowed his soul.
Truth be told, Ace greatly disliked the feeling of being handled, even... but he still endured it.
All because of the promise given to him by his father, King Carlo Nemasus.
[If you successfully complete this task, then upon your return, I promise you, I will attempt to generate a brand new ’Demonic Bloodline’ using your current form as the core.]
The elegant man sat on the throne, overlooking the pale humanoid curled up on the stall below, and said indifferently: [I might even agree to use our royal resources to elevate you.]
[Elevate you to ’Great Demon’]
Demonic Bloodline. Great Demon.
Since he himself was an experintal subject, Ace clearly understood the value of these two terms... The Demonic Bloodline is the end result of all experintal fusion demon series; it imprints the twisted and horrifying power, akin to fae and Voidrealm Machine Gods, onto the bloodline.
And Great Demon... refers to a ’Titled Demon’ possessing a unique form by delving into the Domain of Void and Abyss. Such demons are at least the peak of the Third Energy Level, sothing he could never achieve in his lifeti on his own.
Back then, Ace was extrely excited, until he heard about his target.
Xiawei Territory in the Empire’s Southern Ridges, Silverpeak Seer’s domain.
"How could I succeed?!"
At that ti, Ace questioned: "He’s a seer, capable of knowing our actions’ outcos half a year in advance!"
[But even a seer has limits.]
The mory of the King scoffed: [Your actions are important but not the only ones. The Silver Peak Earl has been so influential in the Southern Ridges; do you think other nobles are pleased to see it? Those minor nobility don’t mind taking our money to create trouble for Silverpeak Domain; they don’t want to truly be suppressed by a young and ambitious earl.]
[Especially since Silverpeak Domain’s recent comrce severely hampers the developnt of other forest lands—either cooperate and join their system, or beco an impoverished, forgotten region.]
[Not to ntion, there are so matters he cannot confront even if he knows about them.]
Ace lightly shook his head, raising it to et the gaze of the passenger sitting directly across from him, an Imperial Noble.
"Sorry, my sleep has been troubled lately."
Ace, using the appearance of ’Anruida Qingye’, smiled and slightly activated his Spirit Energy ’Charisma’: "Where are we now? Can we still make it to the foundation ceremony?"
"Still in the Golden Plains."
Although this Imperial Noble possessed the strength of the Second Energy Level, under demonic allure he subconsciously felt a favorable impression, smoothly replying: "But soon. The foundation ceremony is scheduled for the afternoon; before that is the harvest festival of Silverpeak Domain... We can’t make it to the festival, but it’s not that important."
Everyone on this skyship was heading to Silverpeak Domain for the celebration, a small fraction noble or emissaries, mostly travelers with so leisure money.
"You’re interested in the Supre Spirit Sect too?" Ace noticed the family crest of this noble... He was Viscount Rimor of the Western Plains, a noble by military rit. However, he bore no calluses from sword or bow practice, instead exuding a decadent odor akin to an illegitimate elf imrsed in won.
Even so, theoretically, he should remain in what is now considered the frontline of the Western Plains, responsible for supplying the Western Legion with logistics, unless truly interested, he wouldn’t have specifically taken a skyship to Silverpeak Domain.
"Interested? Of course!" Speaking of this, Viscount Rimor’s temper flared instead, as he coldly sneered: "If not for our wise and extraordinarily intelligent Seer snatching all the military’s grain orders, how else would I have ti to co to this godforsaken exile land?"
Under the inducent of Charisma Spirit Energy, he started to talk eloquently.
It turned out the Rimor family was indeed a noble by military rit, but after conquering the original inhabitants of the Western Territory, these once iron-blooded knights degenerated over generations, becoming ordinary local lordly nobility.
Nowadays Rimor family mainly runs grain enterprises, succeeding in transitioning as the Western Legion’s military grain supplier during the decade-long standoff between the Empire and Fiery Fla Land, profiting greatly more than before the war started.
Originally, his good days seed coming to an end, unless the Empire loses drastically or decisively overcos the flimsy Abassalom group, based on current circumstances, he could profit another four or five years.
But recently, sothing sprouted unexpectedly.
That was Silverpeak Domain’s military rations.
In present-day Terra, there isn’t a perfectly defined concept of ’professional military rations’. Nobles and their knights naturally prepare the finest sublimation supplents, elite units have dedicated allocations, with at at every al.
However, those stationed at fortress defense and engineering units eat whatever the locality offers basically.
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